The villa felt different in the aftermath of victory. The city outside still breathed with danger, but inside, Elena moved with a newfound authority. Her footsteps echoed through the marble corridors, purposeful and deliberate, a reminder to everyone that the queen had claimed her place.

Enzo followed her silently, his presence a protective shadow. “You’ve changed,” he murmured, voice low and intimate.

Elena didn’t look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the map table, plans already sprawling across its surface. “I have to,” she replied. “Victory is just a step. Control is the real battle.”

He reached for her hand, brushing it lightly. “You don’t have to carry it...